Dear Friends,
There once was a generation of journalists,
Made of experts, philosophers and annalists,
They said with a wink,
We’re smarter than you think,
Then hid corruption, took payola and abetted terrorists.
There once was a guy who didn’t vote,
The corruption really got his goat,
He opened a spot,
For election rot,
So it turns out he was a dope.
There once was an evil kraut,
The great reset he was about,
Tickling himself pink,
He said with a wink,
Baby’s taste better with stout.
Of corruption the deep state doesn’t tire,
As the FBI’s become a miserable mire,
Trust us they said,
We’re experts in red,
Then calmly set themselves on fire.
Be careful what you wish for,
Who the government puts on the floor,
Some are bad guys,
Others are just flies,
But I bet we’re all on a list or four.
There once was a continent so corrupt,
Its economy stopped dead and abrupt,
A bribe to get by,
A sliver in the eye,
So the continent never gets developed.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
